Lost Horizons

The horizon whispered secrets. They were old, almost forgotten, lying beyond the reach of familiar paths. I remember a place where the sky kissed the mountains, where shadows danced in the twilight, and the breeze carried voices. These echoes linger in the spaces between dreams and waking moments—

whispers

Once, an old man spoke of the lost horizons. He had seen them, he claimed, in a time untouched by clocks. His words painted pictures of fields that stretched forever, beneath an infinite sky. Yet, when I tried to see them too, all I found were the lines of a fading landscape and the dust of an absent past—

recollections

I walked in circles, tracing the unknown with my mind. The ground felt familiar, the air warm and inviting, yet something was amiss. Like stepping through a veil, I found fragments of a forgotten song, haunting and beautiful, playing softly in the distance. Was it an illusion or a memory reborn?—

melody